Thursday, July 30, 2009

I think of my parentsMarried amidst tears and laughterHoping for happy ever afterThey stayed togetherThrough it allAs now they weatherThe final callThose of us newly togetherWithout history I sit pondering the mysteryCan deep bonds formWithout benefit of timeWill each day bringIts own sweet rhyme?Memories madeBy decades delayed

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

in the days, weeks and months to come, the fallout and its innuendos will flood the image that was michael jackson. estate battles, custody battles, rumors...will all surface like leeches, drawing what they can from one who can no longer stand in his own defense. now, we sit, people sing in his memory, love pours forth from every corner on this planet, all too soon to be sullied by all that makes man, man

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Thursday, July 2, 2009

the woman had no place to go noone to trust her life in dust. the man so angry with his gun knew she was alone, that she had noone. he took her life without a thought,not caring what would happen if he was caught. all those who loved her were confused some did not know she was abused. dont be silent ladies in your pain someone will help youdont be hurt again it comes too fast and may be the last

About Me

i am older than dirt and proud of it!!!! i have managed to incorporate my eternal woodstock nation spirit with the high tech 21st century world. i am an artist/writer, who dabbles in rhyme, and, sometimes, reason.
my passions are my husband, who is truly the wind that ruffles my sails, animals rights, yoga...waking up in the morning. i find
inspiration in too many things to list, and far too
many more to remember.
sketching, watercolor painting,poetry and photography are my ways of expressing joy and gratitude. from
living with a chronic illness, i have learned the
beauty of each day, and treat each as another
sun salutation, and another chance.